Documentary Recommendations

I mentioned this in the horror thread, but Room 237, the doc about Kubrick's The Shining was really fun to watch. I hadn't seen the film in years, but the insights about the film are really engaging and creepy in their own right.

I mentioned this in the horror thread, but Room 237, the doc about Kubrick's The Shining was really fun to watch. I hadn't seen the film in years, but the insights about the film are really engaging and creepy in their own right.

I recently watched this as well. The alternate theories ranged from creepy to kooky, but it was an interesting watch for sure. It encouraged me to put The Shining on my Quickflix queue, just to check out the veracity of some the theories for myself.

One I highly recommend is The Act Of Killing, a hot favourite for an Oscar this year. The film examines the massacre of approx. 1 million people during the Communists purges in Indonesia is the mid-1960's. It's also the most truly original doco I think I"ve ever seen - several men who cheerfully admit to being paid to kill their fellow citizens during the purges are invited to make a film about their experiences using any genre they choose. The results are surreal and often darkly comic; and it becomes clear that the film-maker is using the artifice of theatre to reveal deeper truths.

The film feels a little manipulative and staged at times, and at 3 hours is a little too long - but it's certainly a must-see for documentary lovers.

It's a little slow at times, and the mystery is never solved; but I found Dreams of A Life an interesting watch. It's the story of a London woman who was found in her flat three years after she had died. The doco seeks to recreate her life and to question why someone who was attractive and popular, albeit quite mysterious and guarded at times; could simply be forgotten about for so long.

No one noticed as the neatly dressed woman from 139 Kippax Street lay dead in her home for eight years. But there is much interest in Natalie Wood's estate as her inquest begins.

Her bones fit neatly inside a drawer and two jars marked ''HANDS'' and ''FEET'' that police packed and placed on the dusty bed frame. So small were the remains that the first officer who looked in the bedroom did not see her at all. ''There's nothing in here,'' he said.
He was not the only person to overlook Natalie Jean Wood. During the eight years she lay dead and forgotten in her Surry Hills terrace, cobwebs covered the furniture and part of the ceiling fell away. Her power and pension were cut off. Outside, a forest grew and grew until a tree spread into an upstairs room. Still, no one stopped to wonder what happened to the well-dressed woman at 139 Kippax Street.

That the former war bride and David Jones machinist had been dead for years was beyond doubt.
Declined respite care: Natalie Wood at the age of 20. Police say the cause of her death "will be forever undetermined" because of the time it took to find her body.

When police found Wood on the floor by her bed in July 2011, a month before her 87th birthday, she was little more than a skeleton and a set of bright pink dentures. Animals had gnawed holes in bones still greasy and smelly. Downstairs, in the kitchen, officers found cans of instant coffee and condensed milk long since past their use-by dates.

That she was not missed for about eight years - not by relatives, not by the City of Sydney council, not by Centrelink nor her bank nor utility companies - is among the issues to be considered by a coroner on Thursday.
Closely following the inquest will be Wood's sister-in-law, Enid Davis, and some of Wood's cousins, all of whom are staking claim to her estate: $79,270 in a Commonwealth Bank account and her now derelict two-bedroom home, worth $800,000 or more.
''It hasn't got ugly yet but it will,'' says Davis' solicitor, Vasso Tsolakis.

Wood - dubbed ''the woman Sydney forgot'' - is attracting more attention now from some relatives than she ever did, alive or dead.
Kippax Street is an inner-city stretch of tightly packed terraces and women's clothing wholesalers behind Central Station. Many residents are transient: renters, students or investors. ''I didn't even know she existed - I always thought the house was derelict,'' says a man in the laneway behind Wood's old home.

The setting is not too grim: the lane is lined with potted plants and flowers tended by neighbours. Jenny, who declines to give her surname, says people there look out for each other. ''It's terribly sad [Wood] was there so long,'' she says. ''I was not surprised, though. People lead such busy lives.''
Forensic pathologist Dr John Hilton says neighbours might not have smelt Wood's decomposing body, even as it lay beneath a broken window facing the street. ''From the inside it would have been powerful indeed, like rotten meat or a really ripe blue cheese,'' he says. ''From the outside it was possibly not all that noticeable."

The last confirmed sighting of Wood was on December 30, 2003, when she filled a prescription for blood pressure tablets at a local pharmacy. She had been in hospital after complaining of ''funny turns'' but went home on December 1, after declining offers for respite care and home assistance.
The police statement to the coroner suggests Wood died a month later after she fell in her bedroom, perhaps suffering a stroke, and could not get up. The cause of her death that hot summer ''will be forever undetermined'', police say, because of the time it took to find her body.

Allan Matthews, 85, learnt of his cousin's death in the newspaper in 2011.
''I was shocked like everybody else but I didn't feel emotionally involved because I didn't know the lady,'' he says.
He met Wood only once, while on a family camping holiday as a young boy. ''It was a big family and they just drift apart,'' he says. ''We moved in different circles as it were.''

Despite this, he is among five of Wood's cousins who argue they are entitled to the proceeds of her estate. Their joint claim is contested by Davis, who was married to Wood's brother, Vane Herbert Davis, who died in 2009.
The coroner's decision as to the date of Wood's death is crucial to any subsequent claim in the Supreme Court, says wills and estates specialist Darryl Browne. Wood had no will, spouse or children and her parents were long dead. Browne says if she is ruled to have died in 2004, while her brother was alive, any spoils would be likely awarded by the Supreme Court to his estate, of which Enid Davis is the sole beneficiary.

The laws of intestacy changed in 2010. If the date of death remains the day Wood's body was discovered in 2011, after her brother had died, her estate will be likely shared equally between her cousins, as her closest living relatives.

It matters little under the law whether they visited or cared for her while she was alive, Browne says.
''The prospect of money probably brings out the worst in characters,'' he says. ''The sister-in-law was absent for eight years as well, so I don't think anybody comes out of this with great glory, frankly. It is an indictment on society, on all her relatives, her neighbours, the gas people, water people, social security.''

The inside of 139 Kippax Street looks the same as in the crime scene photographs. On a recent weekday, I peep through the keyhole to see cobwebs coating the floors and walls. Dust and dirt are everywhere.
''There was a skeleton in there, you know,'' calls out a woman from the footpath behind me. She introduces herself as Robyn Gregory, who lives in a boarding house nearby, and says she often saw Wood sitting on her front steps many years ago.

''She was very alert and always saying hello to everybody who went past,'' she says. ''I remember stopping to talk to her. She said: 'My family want me out and into a nursing home. But I'm staying here till the day I die.'''
Later, after media reports of Wood's death, people left flowers on the front steps and footpath.

''It was a bit late,'' Gregory says. ''These days, nobody knows anyone. It's a throwaway society. Everything is recyclable, even people.''
Mrs Wood was born on August 11, 1924, and grew up at 139 Kippax Street with her brother and their parents, Phyllis and Herbert. Her cousin John Newlyn, who is not part of Matthews' claim, often stayed as a young man.
''She was nice, she wasn't argumentative [but] she kept to herself a lot,'' he says. ''She was a private person.''

In about 2005, Newlyn, who lives in Wamboin, near Canberra, walked up Kippax Street but found the home looking empty and derelict. He did not knock. ''I thought they were all dead and gone,'' he says.
It is unlikely Wood would have answered, even if still alive.
''Natalie became a real recluse in her later life,'' Davis, who declines to be interviewed, told police in 2011. ''She wouldn't answer the door unless you knocked using a special code.''

She remembers her sister-in-law as friendly and well-dressed, stubborn and vain, standing 160 centimetres in neat slacks and shoes that matched her handbag and jewellery.
She says Wood wore a straw hat in summer and berets in winters over thinning grey hair, which she dyed brown at home.

In 1945, at the age of 20, Natalie met and married navy seaman Douglas Wood. They moved to Melbourne after the war but, when the marriage ended five years later, she returned to Kippax Street to live with her mother. In 1979, they moved in with Enid and Vane at their home in Chifley and later had their mail redirected there. In 1997, long after her mother died, Wood returned home.

The siblings soon lost contact with each other, particularly as Vane became housebound with prostate cancer. In 2007, when Vane was admitted to hospital, Enid Davis asked police to help track down her sister-in-law. In 2011, two years after her husband's death, she tried again. Her solicitor met police at 139 Kippax Street with the key.

''Natalie was very much a loner,'' Davis said later. ''At times, I thought she must have sold the house and moved … She had told me that if she did ever move, she wouldn't bother letting us know.''

Davis was not the only one who stopped wondering about Wood's whereabouts. Energy Australia and the City of Sydney council each sent debt collectors to Kippax Street, with no response. Sydney Water sent out overdue notices over five years, from 2005, despite receiving nothing in return.
The Commonwealth Bank and Centrelink, which stopped paying her pension in 2008 after there had been no withdrawals for years, also failed to realise something was amiss, says Detective Constable Andrew Wells in his statement to the coroner.

''If any one of these companies were able to identify the lack of movement by the deceased's financials, her body may have been located earlier,'' he says.
He has called for the introduction of a monitoring system to ensure such neglect does not happen again. Any such system will come too late for Wood.
Newlyn and Davis were the only two people at her funeral service in 2011.
''We just sat for a while and said a prayer or two,'' he says. ''I think now, 'Why didn't I do some checking earlier about where she was?'

''You have lots of good rellies you lose track of because they have different lifestyles or they get married. I have been checking on a good many of them since.''

Wood's ashes now rest at the Eastern Suburbs Memorial Park, in the shadow of a pink rose. A small bronze plaque offers strange tribute to a woman who lay dead and forgotten for so long: ''Natalie Jean Wood … Loved and remembered.''

So sad. It's a pity that the proceeds from the house sale can't be directed towards a charity or something.......the relatives certainly don't deserve it.

I used to work in Fouveaux Street Surry Hills, which is just a block from Kippax Street. The article is right about the setting - there are a lot of hostels, cheap rentals and back-packer accommodation. It's also semi-industrial and dominated by clothing factories and fashion design warehouses. I can see how it's an easy area to just go unnoticed, but that doesn't really excuse the family doing nothing for eight years.

In my biological anthropology seminar we watched the first two parts of an on going documentary series. The first one was called 7 Up. Basically it checks in with the same British children (now adults) every 7 years to see how their lives are going and what they think of the world. They're all on Netflix up to 56 Up I believe. It was pretty interesting.

In my biological anthropology seminar we watched the first two parts of an on going documentary series. The first one was called 7 Up. Basically it checks in with the same British children (now adults) every 7 years to see how their lives are going and what they think of the world. They're all on Netflix up to 56 Up I believe. It was pretty interesting.

7 Up is fantastic. It's fascinating watching how everyone's life plays out.

This American Experience episode aired last week, in coordination with the 40th anniversary of the fall of Saigon. They always do especially great documentaries, and this one was no exception. Even Way (who hates all of the war documentaries I watch) was hooked into this one. It's on the PBS app on Apple TV, if you have that.

7 Up is fantastic. It's fascinating watching how everyone's life plays out.

Yeah! I'd never heard of it before my class. I went home and watched 21 Up and started 28 Up but was confused because the beginning of it is 7 Up all over again and then 28 starts afterwards..but I didn't realize that and thought Netflix had messed up so I skipped ahead to 35 Up. When the semester ends I might just binge watch all of them from the beginning.

This American Experience episode aired last week, in coordination with the 40th anniversary of the fall of Saigon. They always do especially great documentaries, and this one was no exception. Even Way (who hates all of the war documentaries I watch) was hooked into this one. It's on the PBS app on Apple TV, if you have that.

Same here. I was flipping through the channels one day and came across it, this was about 6yrs ago. Living in Austin, I was familiar with the Hi How Are You sign, but didn't have a clue that Daniel Johnston was such a great artist and musician. I was lucky enough to meet him one yr while I was working the ACL festival.